by Tiolazz » June 16th, 2006, 8:15 am
5 days to go until Italy, I am down to 192, hopefully will make it to 190 by then....
I had my official onederdom massage celebration last night, It was wonderful, except the masseuse talked thru the whole thing. Kept asking me questions about myself, and telling me her life story. Dang, I just want to relax when I get a massage, I just want to let someone rub me to sleep, I want to fall so into a relaxed state that I slobber on myself. LOL... but Oh No, Instead I had to listen to her life story from how she met her husband in college up until what her and her kids had done the night before at the ball game.. ugggggg
But it was still nice, I shouldn't sound so negative... bad Terri... at least I made it to onderdom and got a massage. Okay, that's over now....
I have been reading some posts on here about people and their lives before medifast, how they have been big all of their lives and started thinking about my life.
I was actually not big. I weighed 147 when I met my husband at 39 years old, which was 9 years ago. I was in great shape, worked out about 5 times a week for over an hour. Did free weights, cardio, dance classes , aerobics and a spin class. I danced every Friday and Saturday night at the clubs, and I mean every Friday and Saturday night. I was toned, had real ab muscles and my legs looked great.
Then I met Alberto, he was fit, and lean. He was from Italy, had the most amazing thighs, butt and abs I had ever seen. He had been a lifeguard in Italy until he was 27, and played soccer 4x a week. We looked really good together...
Then we fell in love, we both got " comfortable". He introduced me to real Italian food. His mother came from Italy and stayed with us for 6 months. Yes that is right, my mil lived with us for 6 months. For those 6 months, I did not clean, did not do any laundry, did not cook, she did everything. I felt really bad because I did not want her to feel like an indentured servant, but since she does not speak English, she couldn't go out during the day, and she felt lonely, and bored. She told me, (through my husband of course) that she wanted to do these things. She needed to do these things, so far be it from me, to hurt this wonderful little Italian woman.
I also didn't work out, quit going out dancing of course, she wouldn't have wanted to go and wasn't going to leave this wonderful woman at home alone. She was so sweet, and I felt that I needed to stay with her my every not working moment to keep her company, so my daily habits went out the window.
Needless to say, at the end of 6 months, plus we took her back to Italy and stayed there for 1 month, I had gained almost 50 lbs. I told myself that after she went home, I would start working out and go back to my old life. Well it didn't happen. With those extra 50lbs. came knee pain, and back pain. I used that as an excuse to not work out, not move, and I wanted my husband to love my cooking as much as his momma's so I started making pasta alot, and started making my own bread. Mamma came back over the last 9 years, 3 more times. Stayed at the least 6months, up to 9months each visit. And that 50lbs went up 1lb at a time until it was 80lbs.
I was lucky, I was not fat in my childhood. I was not fat in my high school years. I was not fat in my college years. I just got fat 1lb at a time in my adulthood. I didn't have to endure people kidding me and making fun of me. In fact, I hate to admit, I was probably one of those kids who were mean to the fat kid. I probably made some poor kid feel like crap. I probably said something to some adult out loud and obnoxiously that maybe you should just watch what you put in your mouth. I am not proud to admit that.
Sometimes I have wondered if because of those things, my Karma was paying me back by putting me in their shoes, and maybe that is exactly what happened. But whatever happened, I saw the other side of the coin, so to speak. If I could tell thin people anything, it would be, the old famous saying, "there but for the grace of God, go I ". I didn't get fat by sitting down and eating for 10 days everything I could get my hands on. It was a slow progression of eating the wrong things, at the wrong times, in the wrong amounts, and NOT MOVING!
So, I am on this journey, taking 3 weeks off, then back to my goal, and when I am done, and have reached my goal... I want to figure out some way to talk to kids, to teach them about hurtful words and hurtful looks. And maybe, just maybe, redeem myself through helping one person not have to go through what some of you have mentioned going through.
I am going to take the rest of this time on Medifast, to come up with a plan to make that happen. Maybe some sort of in school program, or maybe even a childrens book. Something, anything...... I have been feeling so guilty when thinking back and reading these hurtful things in the journals that I know that maybe in this one small thing, I could make a difference.
That's it for now, as if this novel wasn't enough. Will post again when I return.
Ciao a tutti, e buon giorno !!!